Maybe it was the ’00’s.

I re-watched Girl, interrupted the other day. When I first saw the movie, I was in high school had just gotten home from my first ED inpatient stay. The film actually made me homesick for the treatment center and all the girls there. I was amazed at how well the directors portrayed the relationships and lives that are formed in an inpatient setting.
Anyway, now that I’m a little older and detached from the inpatient thing… I can appreciate the pure GENIUS that is this movie. Maybe I’m exaggerating little bit, but there are so many little nuances that you probably can’t appreciate if you haven’t been inpatient before.
For example…
Susanna’s mother drove her to the psychiatrist’s office, but Susanna had to take a cab to the treatment facility – because “it will be less emotional that way.” That’s such a treatment thing to say.
Susanna’s parents took her to psychiatrist’s office. Her psychiatrist told her she had to go for treatment and got her a cab. The cab dropped her off at the front door of the treatment facility. The nurse met her and walked her into the place. And then… she is told that she has to sign the papers because she’s choosing to be there. It is just like that! Yes when you’re over 18 and not being committed, you are technically choosing to be there… but in this scenario, it doesn’t really feel optional and it was definitely not your idea. They should change the words. Instead of saying “you are choosing to be here,” they should say, “you are over 18 and not being committed.”
During the initial tour, Susanna and Valerie find Polly in the art room by herself – where she’s not allowed to be. Coming from the real world you’re thinking, “She’s not allowed to be in a room by herself? What is she, three?” It’s similar when you’re touring an ED facility and they are explaining that the bathrooms are locked and that you have to ask for permission to use them or count while you are in there.
Valerie tells Susanna that in a month she’ll likely have grounds privileges, and Susanna balks and says she’s not even supposed to BE there that long. That has definitely happened to me! They told me I would have probably have exercise privileges in three weeks, and I explained that I was only STAYING three weeks total. And I got that same kind of “okay then, don’t worry about that now” nod that Valerie gave Susanna.
Everyone always wants to know the others’ diagnoses. I think that’s normal human curiosity, and since everyone is in there for SOMETHING… While ED treatment centers are a little more dichotomous than general psych units, you still want to know what ED they have.
The first family session with Susanna’s parents starts with her mother describing a situation where Susanna rolled off the bed when she was changing her diaper. The trauma! It’s all of the stereotypical “causes” wrapped up in one: blaming the mother, everything relating back to an incident in childhood, parental neglect or abuse…
Also in the first family session, the psychiatrist mentions mental illness being more common in individuals with a family history of mental illness. He may have well said, “maybe something is wrong with one of you, too.” In ED intake assessments, they also ask about family history – and it makes sense. They have to. However, I think things start to get uncomfortable when the therapists start to ask about the parent’s eating habits and parenting skills.
Susanna isn’t told something about her diagnosis because it could “hinder her recovery.” Thankfully this is LESS prevalent now, but it still exists!! Especially with personality disorders. I’m not sure how NOT knowing your diagnosis would help your recovery, but would love to hear someone’s opinion on the matter.
They all went and got ice cream in a blizzard. I found this particularly funny, since more than once my dietitian has wanted to do an “ice cream challenge” in the winter. We’ve never done one in the summer.
I’m sure that there are a 100 more nuances in the movie, so if you think of any, definitely comment!


Hello…Grey Thinking,
Though I’m sure you have a real name.
I’m currently writing a book about a number of things you write about (quite eloquently, may I say) on your site, most notably eating disorders and competition. I would love to ask you a few questions if you could shoot me an email? I don’t know if pressing “Submit Comment” here will post my email address for all to see, which would be sort of unnerving, but I think you’ll at least be able to see it…I’m sort of a technophobe!
Oh, and by way of credentials, I went to Columbia, have an agent, yadda yadda. We can talk more about my dazzling repertoire (sarcasm) if you want to email me. If you don’t, just ignore, and don’t fret!
Hi from geekdivaherself from Twitter! I tried to reply to yr message there, but since you weren’t following me, even though I was replying to a message you sent, Twitter wouldn’t let me! What’s up with that?
I found your Twitter account on some list, probably a health list. I checked out briefly this site from the link on your profile, and I thought it was for a cool-looking non-profit or some such organization with really interesting takes on dealing with difficult problems! Really!
You did an excellent job on the site in many ways: great first impression, appealing visuals, good information organization and writing style. I was in technical communication for Adobe & Intel before I became too sick to work 10 years ago, so I’m not speaking as a layman. Laywoman. Laydiva.
I only mention my career so you know this is not an off-hand analysis.
Anyway, after your message, I read your site a little and it turns out this was started as a personal blog. Is that still true, or do you have other contributors? Either way, I am impressed.
I can’t always read or respond the way or as often as I’d like to due to the pain, exhaustion, nausea, migraines, syncope, etc. So I don’t know if I’ll communicate with you soon, esp. with urgent paperwork and organizing tasks using up my energy IRL right now, but I’ll absolutely keep your site in mind when I need inspiration.
Our difficulties are different, but hard-won wisdom and humor are universal, and from what little I’ve seen, you’ve let the rocky rapids you’ve had to navigate polish your heart and mind while refusing to let them break you. I admire that immensely.
Wow, did I ever get wordy!
Take care,
Cheryl/geekdiva/geekdivaherself
I loved that movie too. And actually, I watched it after my first IP admission as a teen as well. I’d read the book first, though. Both are outstanding. I can watch it even now and laugh at how Right they actually got inpatient wards.
One of the nuances I got that I don’t think many do anymore, was that Janet wasn’t allowed clothes until she ate. Heh. I lived in gowns for 4 months once, on an inpatient psych unit (that unfortunately really didn’t know how to treat EDs) because they didn’t ‘trust me’ in clothes. Thought I would hide food in them, or something to self injure. Or my private theory: they just wanted to punish me for not eating what they told me to and being too sarcastic and smart-ass.
Funny post!